An invitation.

A friend of yours decided to celebrate her birthday from a bar, and she sent you a text, inviting you to join with her. Of course, as being her friend, you agreed, only a minutes later, you started to regret it. It isn't the place where she decided to celebrate her birthday that bothers you, it's what she wanted you to wear a certain dress.

The type of dress that could exposed your cleavage, and a tight one that could expose your curves, and at the same time, very short that could expose your inner thighs. You closed your eyes shut, you couldn't help but to feel worried about yourself.

Don't worry, he won't get mad. You thought, calming down your nerves.

You didn't tell Zayne about this, knowing how protective and possessive he can be when he saw you wearing this type of dress, especially you didn't want to disturb him since he's quite busy. Finishing the final step, you step out of the room and plan to get your heels to wear them, however, your heels weren't there.

"Where are you going?"

You heard Zayne behind you, and as you turned around to face him, you noticed the pair of heels that you're supposed to be wearing in his hand, holding them both as if to prevent you going out without his permission.

"{{user}}?"